Chapter 20 - Lanie in Waiting

TREVOR

“Do you want to talk about what happened at home?” I ask Lanie on the drive to mine and I turn the radio down. I glance over at her as I drive. Her long, golden-blonde hair and the pale purple bomber jacket with a tight black jumper beneath.

“Same as always,” Lanie sighs and looks upward. “Mom with that asshole Dennis from next door. But I know I shouldn’t just run out when it gets unbearable. I mean my little sister has to stay and put up with it. She has nowhere else to go. But she’s too young to appreciate half of what’s going on with Mom and him.”

What the hell is going on there?

“She’s safe though there, right?” I ask.

“Yeah. I’m sure my Mom’s the limit of his pathetic fixation. At least when I’m not home.”

“He’s got a fixation on you too?” I guess it would hardly be a surprise.

“I just hate the way he looks at me behind my Mom’s back. He claims he cares about her, but it’s bullshit. And I’ve told her he’s an asshole. I hate her being with him. It’s just a shitty situation.”

“I can imagine,” I nod and glance across at her again as I drive. The road ahead is clear. “I wouldn’t like Kenzie to feel the same way about her home life with her Mom,” I say. In fact, if I thought the witch’s’ live-in boyfriend was making eyes at my daughter, he’d get a kicking he’d never forget.

Lanie looks so miserable but still at the same time, so pretty.

“Well, you and Freddy will have no one at my place tonight to disturb you,” I say and smile at her, “You can both have the run of my apartment the whole evening.”

“I don’t think I’ll be doing much running around,” she smiles back at me, “But I guess Freddy might.”

“You can bet on it,” I say as my phone pings on the dash. I glance down to swipe at it and Jennifer’s name appears.

I’ll check her message later.

“Your date from earlier?” Lanie looks away from the dashboard and side-eyes me with a little smile.

I nod my head.

“You must have made a good impression.”

“You reckon?” I peer at her with a smile.

“Well yeah, if you already saw her tonight,” she shrugs.

“Unless she’s texted to say ‘Don’t ever contact me again’,” I grin at her and slow at a junction.

“I doubt that Trevor,” Lanie says and peers out into the night.

For a moment I wonder what she means, but I don’t ask. I choose something different to take the focus off me and my dating life.

“So what about Roy?” I clear my throat and hope she doesn’t think the question too prying, “You expecting to make up with him again?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she half-sighs and half-groans but she doesn’t look my way. “I mean I do love him. But not in the way he wants. Not in the way he deserves.”

I try to imagine what she means but don’t want to ask outright. I would though, like to know if she ever confessed to him about that night.

“Does he know about..?” I begin but then dry up before I finish the question.

“Yeah,” she sighs again. “But that’s not the whole problem with me and him.”

“Oh, right,” I say and indicate to make a left turn. She did tell him.

“His reaction when I told him was part of what upset me.”

“Right,” I say mystified, but glance at her again to encourage more from her.

“I mean he was angry of course, but there was something else too,” she shakes her head.

“What was it?” I ask, confused.

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head, “Just kind of acting all weird and stuff.”

“I guess it must have been a lot for him to deal with,” I shrug.

“Yeah. It’s just that, sometimes, even though Roy and I are almost the same age, he seems so young,” she glances at me again and for a second we lock eyes.

“Well, you girls are supposed to mature faster than us men, aren’t you?” I clear my throat again and return my eyes to the road.

“Yeah,” she says, “And all you guys are naturally immature.”

When we get back to mine, Freedy greets us at the front door with a tail that whips our shins. Lanie crouches down to hold his head in her hands and rub under his chin.

I glance down at the top of her head as she switches to rubbing noses with him. Then I gaze lower, to her back, and the sliver of flesh and a hint of black panties revealed above the waistline of her dark, velvety pants.

You can’t keep thinking about her that way, Trevor.

“I better go and get ready for work,” I say and leave her with the dog.

“Yeah, you don’t want to spoil your dating outfit by working in it,” Lanie calls after me and I laugh.

In my bedroom, I change my shoes and pants for jeans and sneakers and then unbutton my shirt and take it off.

“Trevor? Oh, sorry,” in the doorway Lanie flushes and turns her back on me, “I didn’t know the door was open. I just wondered if you’ve got any doggie treats for Freddy?”

“Sure,” I say, blushing too, but I pull a t-shirt over my head. “I’ll come and find them for you.”

Later, during my shift, on a pre-booked airport run to take a older couple who are real quiet away for their anniversary, I consider the fact that I’ve got a female who isn’t my daughter on her own in my home. Try as I might, and as innocent as tonight has been, I can’t shake the sense of guilt. Mostly because of who this girl is. Kenzie’s best friend. The same age as a daughter who knows nothing of the situation.

Or about the last time I was with Lanie.

And maybe my guilt has plenty to do with the improper desire inside me that I barely want to contemplate.

Was she flirting with me in the cab on the way to my apartment? Did she agree to come back there in the hope of a repeat?

Well, even if she did, you have to be the bigger than that. What good could possibly come of it if you give in to the way you feel around her? Straight home when you get back. You’re taking her straight home.

I tell myself that in giving Lanie somewhere to hang out for a few hours, I’m only doing for her, what I hope someone else would do for my Kenize if she too was in a similar position. Then to take my mind off it all I try again to engage the old couple in my cab into conversation. I ask them some more about their upcoming vacation, and how they met one another in the first place.

Some time afterward, with footfall around the town down to next to nothing, I call it a day and head back home.

I get through the door at 11-55 in a state of high anticipation but determined to ‘stay strong’. Freddy though, doesn’t appear to feel the same sense of excitement. Muted or otherwise. He doesn’t even come to greet me.

I find him in the living room curled up on the sofa with his chin on Lanie’s bare feet. She’s on my Playstation and GTA. Her little ankle boots discarded on the rug.

Shit.

“Hey,” she says above the sound of gunshots but she barely looks away from the screen. The TV lights up a face that’s simply too beautiful. “I can’t get the hang of driving on this,” she complains.

“I’ll show you in a minute,” I say and can’t help smiling. Kenzie never really took to gaming. And especially not violent ones like that. “You want a drink?”

“I’m good,” she shakes her head and frowns as on-screen tires screech and an engine roars.

I leave her for the kitchen but better not risk a beer. I’ve still got to drive her home. Even if she’s not showing much sign of wanting to leave right now.

I pop an acid tablet for my stomach and then pour myself a coffee and return to Lanie in the living room.

“Here,” she holds the controller up to me, “Will you show me?”

“Sure,” I grin at her and she shuffles across the sofa a bit. Freddy opens one eye and then follows her, sticking close. “What are you struggling to do?” I ask and change the view to third person.

“Woah, I didn’t know you could do that with it,” Lanie gasps.

“It makes it easier to see your surroundings,” I shrug, “You want to try again?”

“Uh-huh,” she says and her hand grazes mine as she grabs the controller back from me.

I sit along side her, sipping my drink and encouraging her as she plays. She squeals in frustration when she fails to avoid the police in a high speed car chase and I laugh but give her advice too for her next try. I sneak glances at her irresistible profile and at some point, when she curls her legs under her butt I can’t help thinking that even her bare feet are cute. Perfect, even.

I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.

“How long did it take you to get over your Mom dying?” she asks me after she’s been taken out another time by the cops and the game reloads.

For a second, the question hits me by surprise. But she obviously remembers me telling her my Mom died when I was around the same age as Lanie was when Harry - her Dad - passed away.

“Quite a bit,” I nod, “You can’t rush grieving. You have to give it however long it needs.”

“Months?” she peers at me.

“Maybe longer than that,” I sigh, “But it’s always getting better. Even if it doesn’t feel that way.”

She leans her head against my shoulder and I don’t know how to respond. So I don’t. My heart does though and it beats real fast.

But it shouldn’t.

“Do you still miss your Mom even now?” she asks.

“I still think of her,” I shrug and try to stay calm.

“That’s nice though,” she murmurs against my side.

“Yeah, I reckon,” I say and even with a topic like this, her full lips are so inviting. Her legs even from this angle are incredible. “You want this again?” I offer her the controller.

“I’m all played out,” she shakes her head.

“Me too,” I smile and start to close the console down.

“Do you mind me asking what happened between you and Kenzie’s Mom?” Lanie peers up at me again.

I blow out my cheeks and glance up at the ceiling. “Where to start?” I murmur, conscious that anything I say could get back to Kenzie one day. “I always worked long hours, trying to make ends meet. Especially after Kenzie was born,” I say, “Stella never went back to work after she had Kenz, and that was fine. In the beginning. We both agreed she should stay at home and bring up the daughter we’d always wanted.” I put the controller down and glance at Lanie on my other side. She’s looking right up at me. “Kenzie’s Mom needs a lot of attention though,” I shrug, “and I guess I didn’t always give it to her.”

“Oh,” she says.

Without meaning to, I glance at the outline of her chest in the fitted black jumper.

I really need to get away from this girl.

“You ready to head back home now?” I ask her, “It should be quiet back at your Mom’s by now, shouldn’t it?” I glance at the clock on my wall.

“Or I could just stay here with you,” she says.

Oh, shit.

“Lanie, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“You don’t want me to?”

If only.

“It’s not that,” I shake my head and I’m conscious of something else too, “Your Mom will be worried about you.”

“No, she won’t.”

“Where does she think you are right now?”

“She never asked. She hardly ever does.”

“But if you…if didn’t go back home tonight?”

Trevor, are you seriously asking that?

“She wouldn’t even know I’m not there,” Lanie shrugs.

I could let her sleep in Lanie’s room. Just for tonight. If she really hates the situation back home.

“You’d have to tell her you’re OK,” I say and my voice cracks, “In case she realizes you haven’t come home.”

“I could say I’m staying at a friend’s,” Lanie straightens up and reaches for her phone off the arm of the sofa.

You’re actually doing this Trevor Twist, aren’t you? You’re having the girl in your apartment overnight.

Lanie’s thumbs move briskly over the screen of her phone.

“I’ll go turn the bed down for you in Kenzie’s room,” I say and as I do, I promise myself that I’ll tell my daughter all about this ‘emergency’ sleepover.

At some point.

In my daughter’s bedroom, I take another acid tablet, and my heart races. I will tell Kenzie that Lanie came and stayed the night. I’ll explain how things were unbearable for her at home. Lanie will tell her the same thing. Kenze will understand. She knows her friend’s circumstances at home. I’ll just tell her exactly as it happened. She’ll probably be happy I came to the rescue.

Oh yeah, that’s what you’re doing isn’t it Trevor? Riding to a young girl’s rescue.

“Do you have to do that?” Lanie appears behind me with Freddy at her bare feet and his tail wagging.

“I was just making it cozy for you,” I say but I’m way more rattled than I was in a virtual stranger’s unfamiliar apartment with Jennifer only a few hours back.

“Do you have to?” she pouts and tilts her head to one side, “Couldn’t I sleep with you?” She looks up at me and it’s too much to bear.

“Lanie,” I croak but she comes to me and then we’re kissing.

“Take me to bed, Trevor.”

I don’t need to be told that I should resist. I know it in my core. But right now I couldn’t give a shit.

And then we’re in my room and pulling and tugging at one another’s clothes, and we’re on my bed and it’s not even made, and her pants are off and she’s on top of me.

Oh, fucking hell, Lanie.

Then my pants are down too and uhh, I’m in her hand and she’s smiling down at me, and then almost too fast to be true I’m inside her.

“Uhh yeah,” I hold her hips and work myself deep in her. She still has her black jumper on but I don’t even want to look up at her too much cos I’ll never last.

“Uhhmm, uhhmm,” she moans.

Lanie’s long hair hangs over me and she grinds herself on me. I reach up to help her get her jumper over her head and then she tugs and whips her bra off, and her bare tits sway in front of me.

I groan again. I pull her to me and suck them. Oh, yeah.

She pulls me to her too and she grinds herself hard as I fuck and thrust up deep into her. I thrust and squeeze tight up her tightness and she exhales hard in my face. I kiss her lovely mouth and she whimpers. I hold her tight and then quickly, so quickly, she’s climaxing, moaning, and trembling in my arms.

Now, I can go.

I quicken my pace, rut, and gouge up fast, gazing right at her beauty now, drinking it in, making love to her with rapid smacks of my body on and into hers, gripping her perfect, firm hips, kissing her perfect firm tits and then cumming.

Cumming sooo hard.

“Don’t take it out,” she gasps and kisses me, “Don’t take it out.”

Afterward, unlike our first time together, Lanie doesn’t fall asleep right away. But then again this time, she didn’t have any booze.

“I wouldn’t want you to think I jump into bed with every guy I meet,” she says with the side of her head on my bare chest.

“I never thought anything like that,” I say and kiss the top of her head.

I’m ashamed that I saw exactly what you wrote in your diary. And I’m ashamed too that I know exactly how inexperienced you are, especially for a girl who looks as good as you. And who’s so sweet-natured with it.

“Do you feel bad about what we’ve done?” she peers up at me from my chest.

“Not at all,” I lie, “But I do want to be honest. With Kenzie. At least about you staying here.”

“Uh-huh,” Lanie nods.

“Do you feel bad about Roy?” I ask.

“I guess,” she shrugs but her face doesn’t display guilt, “But I’m happy to be here.”

“And I’m happy you’re here,” I smile at her then kiss the side of her face.

“So does that mean I can stay here again if I need to?”

Author's Notes

So now that they've done it again - and this time both stone cold sober - would you revise your opinion about whether the pair could have any sort of a future together?

And what of her admitting that she still has feelings for Roy? Does that hold any promise for her (ex) boyfriend?

Next week we're with Joe and Rachel in the aftermath of her 'performance' at the Golf club party. And if Joe thought that was a shock reminder of how his wife can behave, then wait until he and Rachel pay a visit visit to Sophie...

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